Dreams
When I go to sleep each night,
I know there'll be dreams to fight.
When I dream I see him sitting on my bed.
When I dream I see him with me, no longer dead.
But he is ever dead to me, no longer in my arms.
I fell so in love with him and all his charms.
His lips begin to whisper on mine,
They part and I taste sweet wine.
I can feel his hands run through my hair.
The heat between us grows, it's impossible to bear.
Clothes are pushed aside, our bodies press near.
The room darkens and my body shakes with fear.
I hear a blaring noise not part of this ecstasy.
Suddenly I wake, my sweet dream seems not meant to be.
I feel an aching need begin deep in my heart.
Why did the dream end? Why are we apart?
